Chapter 19
SLADE
By the time I get home all I can think about is falling asleep.
I remember before Isabella, I would go days without sleeping but now that I’m so used to sleeping with her every night, I can’t go back to that routine where I would constantly be awake and on drugs every single second of the day.
Isabella makes me feel calm enough to rest and close my eyes.
So when I walk through the door, I’m relieved to be back at the apartment.
The door closes behind me and I lock it.
Isabella strolls out of the hallway, excitement on her face until she gets closer and sees the scratch where Nicolas got me.
Motherfucker was probably one of the most annoying people I’ve ever had to kill because he is the only one who’s ever nicked me or actually made blood spill from me.
“What happened?” Isabella asks as her hands grab my face and she inspects the scratch.
Thank god I took a shower at the warehouse instead of here.
Because if I didn’t then she would have seen Nicolas all over me.
And who knows if my Isabella is jealous.
“Relax, I just got scratched walking past a tree branch.” I take her hands and bring them to my lips, kissing them. “I’m fine.”
She looks at the scratch on my cheek with worry.
“It looks deep though. You should stitch it up.” She doesn’t let me argue with her.
Isabella grabs my hand and walks us to her room.
I sit on her bed while she leaves and comes back with a first aid kit.
“You aren’t afraid of needles are you?” I shake my head. “Lay down.”
“You really don’t have to, avtor. I c-”
“Seriously, it’s fine. I don’t want it to get infected. Then you would have to go to the hospital.”
I roll my eyes and lay on her bed.
She sits on the edge of the bed and starts cleaning it up, even though I did that a few hours ago when I got the scratch.
“I’ve had deeper cuts and they were fine.”
Her eyes go to the scar near my eye. “That one?” I nod.
“How did you get that scar?” Memories flash in my mind, my father specifically.
Nothing good ever comes from looking back on the past. That man destroyed my entire fucking life.
I don’t want to answer her question but Isabella pushes.
“I’ll trade you. A question for a question. ”
“Isabella—”
“You can ask me first. Ask me anything you want.”
I think.
There are a bunch of things I want to ask her even though I know almost everything about her.
I want to live in her thoughts so that I know what she thinks about everything and anything.
“Tell me about your parents' car crash.” I settle on that one so that I can at least know who the fuck this guy stalking her is.
I can use the information she’s providing me for not just my benefit but hers as well.
Her eyes look deep in thought and she tilts her head to the side a little.
“It was dark and we were driving from Grams’ house after dinner that night.
My mom and dad were laughing about what happened at dinner.
I drank my orange juice and I guess it had come out of my nose when I’d been laughing with them.
” Isabella smiles at the memory, reminiscing.
“My mom and dad were holding hands while my dad drove home. He yells about something being in the middle of the road. I remember a horn honking and the next thing I know we crash into a nearby tree.” My hand rests on her thigh as she talks.
“After some time I got out of the car and was sitting next to my mom whose waist looked dislocated or disfigured, I don’t know.
” She winces and a tear slowly falls from her eye.
“I talked to her and begged her to come back but I knew I wasn’t going to have a mom anymore, that she was gone.
So I got up to get help but when I did I saw this black-hooded man. He was just standing next to me.”
Isabella pauses, her hands not stitching me up anymore.
“And then what? What about the man?”
Isabella closes her eyes and breathes out, taking a minute before she starts working on my cut again.
“He told me that he was going to come for me. He wasn’t going to stop until he ruined my father’s life.
” Isabella shakes her head lightly, probably remembering the horrible moments from that night.
“I don’t even know him. I don’t even know why he would want to ruin my father’s life.
My dad was a good man. He would never do anything or harm anyone.
” Isabella finishes up the stitches on my cheek.
“I have no clue why this man is coming for me and I don’t know how to protect myself against him. ”
“You don’t need to,” I say and her eyes meet me.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.” Isabella trails one of her hands down my face and cups my jaw.
She smiles softly at me. I reach up and wipe a tear from her face.
“I would rather die than let you live a life where you’re constantly scared and looking over your shoulder. ”
I’m connecting the dots between Isabella’s dad and this Georgino guy.
Is Isabella’s dad the one who Georgino had an issue with?
What was the issue?
“Thank you.” She smiles down at me and her finger lightly traces over my scar. “So where did this come from?”
I feel tiny needles prick at my skin, just thinking about that fucking scar. “My dad did it,” I force myself to say.
I’ve never told anyone about that night and I don’t fucking plan to.
She’s just some fucking girl that I’ll eventually fuck and get out of my system.
Whatever it is that she’s doing, I’ll get over it and she won’t affect me anymore and I won’t have to care about her so much.
Or at least that’s what I try to tell myself but I don’t even believe that.
Isabella furrows her eyebrows. “What?”
“My dad wasn’t a good person.”
“What did he do to you?” she asks, sadness and concern washing over her face.
I grab her hips and turn us over, pinning her to the bed. “Don’t worry about it. It’s in the past.” I am hovering over her, trying my best not to crush her.
“But-”
I cut her off by pressing my mouth to hers. I don’t want to think about it.
He died so I shouldn’t have to think about all the shit that motherfucker put me through.
I kiss her with all the hunger and need I have for her while my dick starts to rise in my pants. Isabella is not just a want, she’s a fucking need.
Ever since I laid eyes on her.
And right now, I just need her to make all of it go away.
All the rage and built up tension.
Isabella melts in my arms and she whimpers as I tug on her lips, wanting more, needing more from her.
My mouth fucking devours her and I grind my hips into her, making her moan. Her arms wrap around my neck and her fingers play with the small hairs at the nape of my neck.
“You’re mine. Only I’m allowed to touch you,” I say, suddenly feeling possessive of her, not wanting anyone to kiss her or hear her fucking moans, her laughs, her cries, nothing.
She’s mine.
I lick her lips before thrusting my tongue fully inside her mouth and sliding it against her own. I grunt and press myself against her.
My dick feels like it’s going to fall off with how sensitive it is from how fucking turned on I am. “Say my name,” I say against her mouth while my hand travels down her stomach and into her shorts.
“Slade,” she moans.
“Again,” I say, my fingers making contact with her pussy.
“Ahhh Slade,” she moans.
I shove two fingers inside her and she grabs my wrist as I pull my fingers out and thrust them back in.
“Louder. I want New York City to know whose fingers are inside you and making you cum,” I say in her ear, curling my fingers and pounding them in her.
“Slade! Oh my god, Slade! Slade!” she screams and opens her legs wider for me.
I grind against her thigh and mark her neck with hickeys. She feels so soft and warm, all I can think about is fucking ramming her.
By the time I’m done with her, all she’ll be able to remember is how my dick made her fucking scream.
“Snova.”
“Slade!” she screams as if she can understand me. I pinch her clit and she screams while clenching around my two fingers that are inside her. “Oh god, Slade!” She shakes against me and drenches my fingers with her need.
My lips go back to her mouth as I kiss her and lick her lips.
Fuck she feels so good around my fingers.
I can’t help it.
I pull my fingers out and sit up. “On the floor.” She’s still in a haze as I demand. “Go on the floor and get on your knees.”
She does it hesitantly. “I’ve never-”
“I know. I’ll go slow.” She does as I say and I rip her shirt off, not wanting that thing on.
I want to see her everything. I want her bare for only me to see.
I pull my pants down a little and go to stand in front of her.
I reach down to pinch her nipple and she whimpers, thrusting her boobs against my leg.
I lean down and press a kiss to her mouth. “Keep your hands on my thighs.”
She nods and looks up at me with those innocent eyes. She parts her lips, and I don’t think twice before sliding my dick in.
I try my best not to thrust all the way into her throat.
“Yebat, Isabella.” I throw my head back and pull out before thrusting back in. Her grip on my thighs tightens and she groans while taking me repeatedly. “You’re doing so good, avtor.”
I let her keep up at her own pace, trying my best not to start thrusting into her mouth hard and fast. I touch her hair and face, anything to distract myself.
Her tongue traces my dick, exploring it as if she is trying to memorize how my dick feels.
She watches me so innocently as she takes my dick down her throat perfectly.
My brothers have always raved to me about blowjobs but I’ve never gotten to experience one because when it comes to sex I’ve always been fucking scared of it.
Becoming intimate with someone after my dad ruined that for me, terrified me.
Saliva trickles from the corners of her lips and I can’t help but go with her movements, thrusting in her mouth but not going too far. My dick slides inside her throat for a fraction of a second and I swear I went to heaven.
Her throat feels nice and warm and fucking tight.
“Ty yedinstvennyy chelovek, kotorogo mne tak sil'no khotelos' trakhnut', Isabella,” I beg, watching her swallow my dick like a good girl. “I’m going to go hard. Tap my thigh if you can’t take it. In advance, I’m sorry for how rough I’m about to go.”
Isabella blinks up at me and I take that as my sign to ram inside her.
She takes me deep in her throat and I grip onto her hair tightly.
Isabella doesn’t tap my thigh but her eyes water and she looks like she’s in pain from how red her face is.
My dick keeps sliding down her throat, again and again and I swear I black out as my release creeps up. My vision turns black and my whole body is close to tipping over the edge.
“Holy fuck, Isabella,” I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My dick swells in her mouth and I fuck her as I would with her pussy. “Tebe nravitsya moy chlen u tebya vo rtu? Pochemu ty menya ne ostanovish'?” I say but she doesn’t fucking understand me. “Why won’t you stop me?”
Isabella doesn’t answer me and I don’t stop until I see stars in my vision.